(7:11:05 PM) Battlechaser: Did you just slaughter George Clooney and steal his mojo..?

"Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to think of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy."
- from Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked this Way Comes

My brother and I had everything figured out for our family lunch tomorrow last week. I got a call yesterday from my mother *****ing at me because it just wouldn't work. An hour and a half later, I found a restaurant called McCormick and Schmick's, got my brother's approval, double checked the menu for price and variety, and had a reservation set up. I get two emails this morning at 6:45am (those who don't know me, I stay up till about 4 or so) waking me up from my mother suggesting Gordon Biersch and some other retarded place. Gordon Biersch is where I've had my dinner with friends planned for weeks. She knows this, and yet emails me this crap, after everything has been rescheduled, replanned, and rearranged after I basically just went to bed. I hope your mothers are not this dumb.

(7:11:05 PM) Battlechaser: Did you just slaughter George Clooney and steal his mojo..?

"Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to think of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy."
- from Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked this Way Comes